Here

a nod to God.

Here

 

I always walked

too closely to dreams & cracked

my knuckles on the outer walls

of a temple.

I lived with films in my head

for my own diversion & parts written in

for some blissful moments.

Patting depression & stacking phobias

politely in the corner

An occasional hero leaping onstage.

Some days I still search

for gallant humans and 

honor codes

It is my hopeless lack of style

Sometimes when I see God, used freely

by comedians & kids

Everything a joke & modern void

Everything so cool it cracks

into fast moving frames.

The surround sound deafening

the art of black & white

I close my eyes & dream hope

and a run of white horses.

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[Emily B]

I asked a friend once if he knew where to find me. And his answer was "somewhere between here and there". Sometimes when my world isn't what I can handle I close my eyes and dream of being somewhere between here and there.